I was sad.
I was pitiful.
I was sad AND pitiful.
Normally, I would have crawled up onto The Father’s Lap and told Him about all my trouble. Lately, I have not done so. Why? I don’t know. Ever since the tornado, I have been a bit frustrated with my lack of snap back.
I thought I would be able to jump up and get back after it. Right away. I thought, foolishly, I could ‘pull myself up by the bootstraps’ and keep it moving. I found moving went on ahead and moved on without me.
I couldn’t rah rah my way out of my mad. I could not encourage my way out of my sad. I could NOT, hard as I tried, root my way out of my what in the holy world fresh hell is THIS/THAT feeling that will NOT go away.
I tried to fake it til I made it. Have not made it. Still.
I tried to forgetaboutit. I could not forget.
I tried to eat my way out. I stayed there.
I tried to sleep it all away. It was there when I woke up.
Fresh hell.
Finally, I moved.
I climbed upon The Father’s Lap. He held my hand. He comforted me. He laughed with me. He let me cry. He let me be me. ALL of me. Some of me was NOT pretty. I was mad. I am mad. Still. Mad at a stupid tornado that has torn the fresh hell out of me and my life. Crap! Heckamiah!!
Yesterday, I couldn’t do the day. I let myself rest.
Today, I told lazy to get up and get after it. Move it!
I moved.
I move still.
keeping it moving,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: Life can be soooooooooooooooooo exhausting. Enough so that moving is the last thing we want to do. Keep it moving, beloveds. We got thangs to do. Get to doing them thangs….lol.
One step.
One step.
One step.
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
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